

I worked at a dental lab once and we had a patient who The doctor said wanted bigger teeth.
Having made teeth for a while, this was a first for everyone in the lab. At some point teeth don’t get much bigger. At some point the amount of metal and porcelain were putting into the mouth of this 82-year-old woman is a substantial weight of material not to mention its volume.
When one doctor refused to make any bigger teeth she went to other doctors who required her to pay up front. We got this lady’s case back a dozen times.
We’ve remade this thing from scratch at her expense and she looked downright cartoonish every time we’d get photos back.
The frame for her full arch mandibular implant retained PFM was the single largest cast of gold alloy anyone in the entire lab had ever poured or seen poured for dental work.
Some people have money and they’re addicted to the process. I can’t think of any other reason for this lady to have done that.
My ideal Duke nukem plot would basically just be some hypermasculine caricature that starts a normal day and is faced with increasingly insane excuses for ultraviolence at which he performs exceedingly well.
He’s not scared, He’s not bored, He’s not brooding, He’s having a fucking day, and he’s all out of bubble gum.
Despite the ever-increasing Gore and violence he never has to say or do anything problematic, just fucking brutally uncompromisingly violence against people that super duper obviously need it.
Comical masculinity instead of toxic masculinity. Nothing even needs to change about his character.